Central Catholic High School - Echo Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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4 THE ECHO A New England Christmas Out upon the harbor Ice-clad vessels lie, Flakes of snow fall thickly From a burdened sky, Carpeting the meadows VVith a glittering floor, Heaping in great snow banks By each cabin door. All within are cheerful, Hearts are light and gay. Each small voice cries joyously, This is Christmas Day. -R. Neeb, '21. The Return I. Far away in the arid, wind-swept desert of Arizona stands a small, prospector's cabin. As far as the eye can see there is no other sign of human habitation. The cabin stands alone except for the sage brush and cactus, the wolves that howl around it, and the lizards that bask on the threshhold. A little distance from the sagging door is a hitching post, at its foot, the skeleton of what was once a horse. The interior of the cabin is as drab looking as the exterior. Here a curtain, there a piece of lace give mute evidence that at some time a woman had made this her home. Perhaps these same bleak walls had once looked down upon a happy romance. Now, however, the scene is one of desolation. Everything is in disorder and con- fusion. Upon a dust covered table lies a large revolver, one bullet fired. Near by is a piece of time- stained paper, and if you bend close you can make out the message there. Good-bye, Harry, I've gone back to God's country. Don't follow me. I'm through for good. This loneliness was killing me. I still love you but I cannot stay. Evelyn. 1 II. As we gaze on this dismal scene a speck appears on the horizon. As it approaches it is seen to be a speeding auto driven by a woman. She stops the car about a hundred feet from the shack and alights. She stands, hesitating a moment as though waiting for a welcome. As none is forthcoming she advances. She stops suddenly as she sees the skeleton of the horse and seems to notice for the first time the gloomy appearance of her surroundings. One hand flies to her heart, she darts to the door and disappears within. As her eyes become accustomed to the semi-darkness she sees the revolver and the paper on the table. She advances slowly, exam- ines the weapon and reads the note. A shudder passes over her,and with a moan of agony she throws herself on the table, her shoulders heaving with the intensity of her emotion, calling again and again to him who she thinks has been the victim of her treachery. At last seeming to realize the futility of this she arises, and with one last look at the dreary room bows her head and leaves. III. A few months later in a far away city, a well dressed gentleman stepped into his private car, gave an order to his chauffeur, and the powerful machine started forward. In passing a cross street the ma- chine swerved in an attempt to avoid collision with another, and

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THE ECHO 3 name of the Congregation of Holy Cross from the title of the parish church near which the mother- house was located. The associa- tion of two distinct but not sepa- rate societies into one congregation as brought about byFather Moreau was declared by Pope Leo XIII to be unique in the Church? Fath- er Moreau's work did not end here for besides directing the Fathers and Brothers, he founded and di- rected the Sisters of Holy Cross as well. Three years after the union of the two societies, the community numbered fifteen priests and eighty- five Brothers. It was at this time that the first foreign establishment was made in Algeria, Africa. Soon after at the urgent requests of missionary Bishops, the Brothers led by devoted Fathers were sent to the United States in 18413 to Canada in 1847 5 to India in 1852, and then followed successively the establishments of the congregation in Poland, Guadoloupe, Italy, and Dalmatia. Such in brief was the origin and development of the spiritual sons of Father Dujarie. To perpetuate the memory of this Apostle of Education, a few years ago a normal school for the Brothers was erected at Notre Dame, and this year the Dujarie Burse for the training of Catechists for the Bengal Mission commemor- ates the Centenary of the Brothers of Holy Cross, and honors the memory of the saintly founder whose spirit lives in the missionar- ies of Holy Cross laboring for the conversion of 20,000,000 unbe- lievers in Bengal. Perhaps the greatest testimony that can be presented of the zeal and apostolic spirit of the Dujarie foundations is that six self-sacri- ficing Sisters of Providence have but recently departed from their native shores to carry the spirit of their holy founder to Pagan China , while six Brothers accom- panied by two priests of Holy Cross are soon to set sail for their ar- duous mission in Bengal. The Catholics of Fort Wayne have every reason to rejoice with the sons of Father Dujarie over this happy centenary. This city has for many years felt the abiding spirit and influence of their founder. Next June the Sisters of Providence will celebrate the diamond jubilee of their labors in the city. In 1852 three Brothers opened a primary school here, and since then the total number of those who completed, their studies in 'fThe Old Brothers, School exceeds three thousand. In 1909 the Central Catholic High School as we know it today was opened to the Catholic youth of Fort Wayne, and all this was made possible by the prudent foresight of Father Dujarie a century ago. It seems Htting, therefore, that in this city where the spiritual chil- dren of that glorious apostle have labored so long and so earnestly, the Echo should give some recog- nition to the memory and the works of that venerable priest whose zeal and piety added a new cohort to God's army. -J. Luley, '21. Our faults seem small in us until we detect them in other people. Vanity is a blight that injures many reputations. All success in life depends upon continuous personal effort.

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THE ECHO 5 struck a woman knocking her to the ground. With a grinding of brakes the engine stopped. In an instant the gentleman had the woman in the car. He rushed her to his own home and summoned a doctor. While waiting he paced the room like a caged lion, pausing now and then to gaze at the wan face of the sufferer. Vlfhen the physician arrived he was astonish- ed at the behavior of the man, W was as insistent and careful though the woman were his motn- er. After a hasty examination the doctor announced, 4'The woman is starved. If I am not mistaken sne has not tasted food for at least two days. That, with the shock of the auto striking her, has placed her in a critical condition. Rest and good food for a week will see her well. IV. VVhen the woman opened her eyes she could scarcely believe her senses. There by her side was the husband she had thought dead and buried miles away in a lonely desert. She reached out an in- vestigating arm. No, he was there 5 this was really Harry. In a few moments she was explaining: 'fWhen I left you I secured work, and for awhile was content. After a few months I began to long for you. At last I could stand it no longer and I determined to go back. I hired a car and drove out to our old home, and here she told him what she had seen. The shock was terrible. Since then I have wandered around not heeding or caring where I went. But what of the revolver with the one bullet missing beside my note on the cabin table, and what are you doing here? ho as f'When you left I felt there was nothing to live for. In a rage I crumpled up your note and de- parted from the cabin. For a long time I was a wanderer. Then I reached this place and took a new grip on life, and I made good. I cannot say what has taken place at the cabin since I left there, but some day I intend to return and straighten things up in remem- brance of old times,', he explained, and a deep silence fell between them. Harry, can you forgive? , she shyly inquired. Forgive? Yes. Not only forgive but also forget. We will close that chapter of our lives and on this Christmas night begin to live only for the future. -J. Haley, '21. The Pledge of '23 A score plus ten and five are we, To leave the school in twenty-three With every member to a man A-doing all the work he can. We're proud of this old school of ours, We love its dear old battered towers. f We know it doesn't look like much, But we care not for looks, as such. We're here to drink-as morning dew- Our learning with religion too. For faith we'd fight, for faith we'd die, We'd do the same for Catholic High. -P. McEvoy, '23.